lamb of god

5 april 07

 

 

you take away the sins of the world

have mercy on us

 

how many days I stared at you, 

sprawled on a cross & bleeding,

 

railing at you for taking it

so amiably

 

furious that you just accepted

the sacrifice of your broken body

 

hurling my confusion at you,

bitter stones as if to an ancient adulteress:

 

“WHY did you do this?

WHY? 

how COULD you?”

 

(how COULD I?)

 

& then the tears would flood

my heart, where something 

threatening was stirring,

 

(something very much beyond

this cool, darkened church 

with its French marble 

& quaint family sepulchres)

 

something fragile, & sweet, 

& agonizing

like destiny, 

 

loaded heavy as a cross, 

light as milkweed

 

& a throat choked up 

 

with the terrible certainty 

of your love. 

 

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(c) Alx Uttermann